THE SEAT

In presentation, this binary world
Embroidered technologies and layouts
Created in logic and virtual view
To bring back,
The old glamour of tradition
Of few verses, here and there
These splintered thoughts

Echoes its beat, to rhythms
Of past and present- afloat
Of all those years spent,
In participation and in dialogue
In diversity, it presents
The gift – sit you cannot
Only its view, only its feel
The available options

From a distance,
Too precious like those objects,
Encaged in glass, in museums
No need of lights and protection
Itself it creates, this fusion
Of visibility and of disappearance
Like Houdini’s hands,
In heaps of discarded chains

The makings of our existence
Bindings to this concept
As gravity glues this object
Adorned and despised
In this world, in its history
Preserved in its decadence
Preserved in its glory!

Kashkin